Fall of Berlin


Snow is blowing. I am feeling cold. I think my commander didn´t like me or maybe the fact how I made a joke about his sister. He put me in this suicidal Squad..... the Army is fun they said.... join us... yeah right. At this moment I would have more prefered to have cleaned up all the toilets on our Titan than being here - and I tell ya they are really dirty.


At this point my ears stop ringing from the orbital strike and I fully regain consciousness. Yeah.... so this is how I got here. The crossroads on Berlin. The deathtrap of the deathtraps. My Squadleader next to me barking orders to mask his own fear, the other Squadmembers trying to secure the corners of this little box they call "Crossroads" which basically is more like a funnel that makes sure even the 16 year old boys they recruited are able to hit their frags.


We are doing kind of well but there must be at least 20 of them out there. My heart is pumping. One of the other Medics looks quite happy - I think he used his full dose of stimpacks. The ground is starting to vibrate a bit and the sounds of an engine are coming closer..... god damit.... the freakin EUs brought an APC.... yeah A P C... I don´t know when it started but some sick science bastards found it funny to attach a mortar on its top. Since that day we all just call them Anti Personal Carriers...or if noone is listening Ass Penetrat... ahh... forget it....! Once back then in Minsk.....so cold... I saw an APC hit a friendly Squad in the trenches next to us - they all went home in a shiny cardboard box. The best thing is one of their own squadmates was shooting his PK rockets at the APC before - catching its attention. Sucks to be them....always the weakest link of the chain making you die...


My ears stop ringing a bit again.... not like I can hear very well anymore... everything in this war is so loud....including the parties we sometimes have in the Titan Core room. I can hear screams..... I hear them much closer then Id like to. I do not know how long I sat here... prolly just a few seconds but it feels like my life is passing infront of my eyes. The engines of the APC roar... it must be so close while we are all trapped in this little hellhole. I think... well... maybe my time has come. I might as well buy my Squad anther 8 seconds to live instead of us all being hit by one single salvo of the APC mortars....


I am closing my eyes and turning up the MP3 player in my netbat helmet with some cheesy musik from some old movie called "The Matrix". Yeah... sure... in the future we would all fight machines.... I think that is exactly my problem at the moment. I can barely hear anything anymore over the music playing. My Squadmates staring at me blankly... all but that one medic with the big grin.... he is waving at me with both hands...


TODAY IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE! I start sprinting... streight towads the enemy APC... no cover... no hope.... TAKE MY SOUL YOU STUPID THING.... maybe my squad will survive.... maybe reinforcements will come.... the APC about 50 meters away.... I am just a lonely medic soldier... sprinting... music... adrenaline... every second it might fire....

The hummming sound of a Pilum passing me. It´s hitting the APC but it´s not eough.... sprinting.... running... awaiting my life to end every second... something beeping is passing me. The APC is hit by an EMP Grenade..... god dam I love EMP Grenades... did I mention EMP Grenades are an essential part of our legendary Titan Core Party?

....about 20 meters.... the mortar is turning towards me....I made it.... my squad might live... but my life is over at this point....

... suddenly the mortar is stopping its movement.... I am 10 meters away... and I cannot believe my eyes. The EU rats are podding out in fear of their life .... leaving it abandoned..... I feel like a god at this point.... the music... the adrenaline.... pumping... quickly I rip up the hatch of the APC and fire up the engines.... just out of here... just get out.... this was so beautiful....



...a humming sound....



....fire....



....pain....



...a friendly soldier who didn´t pay attention finished off the APC I just had captured... always... the weakest link.... it is....





Eventually with more luck than I can imagine they found my half dead body in the APC wreck after Berlin fell. This hugh scar over my chest will never let me forget that day..... sure... I was a Hero for my squad... the Army gave me lots of Awards and Medals..... the case of friendly fire was never mentioned in any report...


Now I am sitting here... putting one of my Combat Pins under this old table so it stays in place. The war is over... actually it isn´t... they sent me home.



I am still alive... but my eyes will never be the same....